The next morning, the kitchen was alive with the quiet, comforting rhythm of shared labor. Eli stood by the counter, smoothly slicing a vibrant assortment of vegetables, while Belle handled the stove, managing the sizzling pans with practiced ease. In the living room, Neon was curled up on the couch, happily engrossed in an anime show.
It was a stark contrast to their past. Before, Neon was only allowed to watch television if his sister was physically in the room to shield him; otherwise, he had no choice but to stay locked away in his bedroom to avoid the unpredictable wrath of Emilia Berkins.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
The sudden chime of the doorbell cut through the morning hum. Eli's ears perked up, and he peeked through the kitchen archway at the little boy. "Neon, buddy, can you check the monitor and see who's outside?"
